[ FIVE MINUTES-- and Akito's at the door, turning the handle to open it and just barely peeking outside to look for Akira. his face is still covered in chocolate, but there's- nothing on his clothes, aside from right at the collar of his shirt. ]
[a simple greeting, since he figures the five chocolate bars and two bags of chocolate chips in his hands said enough on their own. plus he was trying to peek in past Akito to see the room and all.]
[ sorry, there's chocolate everywhere and discarded clothes covered in it, too-- Akira's not allowed to see in the room. Akito does, however, reach a hand out to try and grab the chocolate chips from his hands. very, very sneakily. at least, he assumes reaching for them very quietly is being sneaky? ]
[though even if he did forget Akira would still change them without complaint. which was why he let him have the chocolate bars-- the secondary reason being that it freed up his hand to reach out and try to wipe some of the chocolate off Akito's face.]
[ there's a moment where Akito nearly just slams the door in Akira's face so he can go back to the chocolate-covered room and to these delicious chocolate bars in his hands. instead, he opens the door a little more, just enough to slide himself through it, and closed it behind himself.
his legs and arms are pretty coated in chocolate, too. that's definitely not suspicious. ] This is probably going to sound really weird, but-- [ he moves a hand up, holding it out to Akira. ] Do I taste funny? --and not like chocolate.
[he can't even begin to imagine what Akito would think when he realized what he was doing and noticed he most likely gained a couple pounds. the sudden hand near his face snaps Akira away from those thoughts, however, and he just blinks confusedly for a moment--
before he grabs hold of Akito's hand to keep it steady, leaning his head down and taking his middle finger into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it thoughtfully. that had clearly been a very serious question.]
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Maybe.
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please don't explode.
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It's too good.
Too delicious.
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Also we need to change the sheets.
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1/2
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Wait there until I've gotten dressed.
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are you copying one of your books??
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The obvious solution is to get naked.
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[a simple greeting, since he figures the five chocolate bars and two bags of chocolate chips in his hands said enough on their own. plus he was trying to peek in past Akito to see the room and all.]
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The sheets first.
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It's okay! I can get them later.
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[though even if he did forget Akira would still change them without complaint. which was why he let him have the chocolate bars-- the secondary reason being that it freed up his hand to reach out and try to wipe some of the chocolate off Akito's face.]
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his legs and arms are pretty coated in chocolate, too. that's definitely not suspicious. ] This is probably going to sound really weird, but-- [ he moves a hand up, holding it out to Akira. ] Do I taste funny? --and not like chocolate.
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before he grabs hold of Akito's hand to keep it steady, leaning his head down and taking his middle finger into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it thoughtfully. that had clearly been a very serious question.]
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